We need a dream-corder, some nifty device that records your dreams in technicolour video
Spent the morning fighting vampires that may or may not be real.
Started as being obligated to visit some funhouse halloween thingamajig with Krystal (RL acquaintance, constantly tweaked out on laced pot) that was effectively guys dressed as zombies assaulting customers who're given toy rifles to shoot at them. The rifles were pretty cool for what's supposed to be toys. I am obligated to play.
The set up is a large room done up to look like a wild west tavern, the customers are barricaded 2 feet from the doors and actors assault from everywhere in the room advancing upon the barricade.
I screw up by actually (partly accidentally) shooting people in the head constantly... once in the solar plexus and 2 others in the eye. I'm kindda proud of that. and embarrassed; i knew they weren't serious but, eh, zombies=headshot is hard programming to shake, and each time i shot someone the performance had to be suspended *cough*
Phase 2 of the game involved a big dude dressed up in obvious halloween prosthetics as a dracula type figure. The rifles stop working and we're handed out these bayonet things that end in a wooden stake point and directed to stake him... ok. The stake point plunges fairly easily into the guy's "stomach"(?) and breaks off leaving a little screw on bit still attached to the rifle. I guess everyone is supposed to have a shot at him and there's some kind of contraption at the "target point" that seizes the "stakes" so it seems like you've actually staked him. after it breaks off he'll pull it out and look real mad. So I'm pushed to the front because until all the stakes have been poked at him he isn't going to die, and I stake him, but it isn't enough, there are more stakes. and people are mad at me, probably still for shooting the zombs in the head. I'm not even that into this game..... Someone hands me another stake attachment and I swap out the spent one on my rifle, feeling all the while like i'm cheating.
Then things, being as this is all happening in -my- head, get weird. I'm on the other side of the barricade and now there is no barricade. There is a cleared circle around the dracula fellow and "background people" huddled around the sides of the room dressed in headkerchiefs and ponchos and wrap around type clothes. There are a few others with stake-bayonet-rifles, but I'm closest in line to attack him. I stake him, get out of the way for others, watch him pull the stake out, then throw the next attacker across the room. Brutally. I head towards him to see if he's ok, and he's not. he's broken something and can't move. Meanwhile, the dracula is actually fighting. He snaps the next guy's neck. I watch the remaining two duck and stay in the crowd of backgrounders, and I watch the dracula go after them, wading through the crowd.
hands reaching out all around me. one of the backgrounders press a towel and a shawl at me, telling me to put them on, because somehow he ignores them (they called themselves columbians, in my head). They're all trapped here and can't leave until he's dead. The room is now much larger than it was before, during the zombie phase. The exits point into some kind of unknown. It's starting to bug me HOW the actor is able to take being staked and pull out the stake, i.e. how the hidden contraption works.
The towel is too small to fit properly as a headkerchief but I try anyway, and wrap the shawl around me. I don't look anything like the backgrounders, certainly not enough to be mistaken for one, but I hope the minimal rules were satisfied. I route around, looking for more stakes. The kerchief slips off and the dracula responds like he suddenly notices me, diving at me. I smack him in the face wight he butt of the rifle and dive away, and mercenariously grab a kerchief off the nearest person to put on. Dracula falls on him and mauls him dead with me right beside, feeling blindly around me for a weapon.
I find a thin piece of wood, the strut between two chair legs, from a smashed chair. And completely removed from what's going on, stab it into his leg and let go. There wasn't much effect though it got his attention, and clearly the "disguise" was not going to work now.
I scrabble away, headed for a loose stake-bayonet point. He's on my tail (not a literal tail, though i look forward to properly using the words "he was literally on my tail. Yes, I have a tail now. I would be in more shock over that if not for the imminent threat of death" one day). There's no time to properly mount the point so i don't bother trying. I try to smack him with the rifle with one hand but that's just a bad idea. he smacks it away and I'm left with the stake.
The one thing I can't place my finger on is the detached terror I felt through most of this. It's terror, I'm frightened, but it doesn't seem like it's MINE. It's getting in the way of my doing things but it doesn't feel like something internal to me; like an annoying sibling trying to block the TV while you're trying to play a video game. I felt hindered, rather than crippled. And it's fighting against this that I grab the stake prop and cannonball into the dracula, shoving the point between his ribs. It was a lot harder than it was with the other stakes. in that space and frame of mind I might have described the resistance as something rapey. Come to think of it, the "proper" way to do it was rather sexual (what's the feminine version of "phallic"?).
I was pretty convinced I was dead when I woke up, game over.
Started as being obligated to visit some funhouse halloween thingamajig with Krystal (RL acquaintance, constantly tweaked out on laced pot) that was effectively guys dressed as zombies assaulting customers who're given toy rifles to shoot at them. The rifles were pretty cool for what's supposed to be toys. I am obligated to play.
The set up is a large room done up to look like a wild west tavern, the customers are barricaded 2 feet from the doors and actors assault from everywhere in the room advancing upon the barricade.
I screw up by actually (partly accidentally) shooting people in the head constantly... once in the solar plexus and 2 others in the eye. I'm kindda proud of that. and embarrassed; i knew they weren't serious but, eh, zombies=headshot is hard programming to shake, and each time i shot someone the performance had to be suspended *cough*
Phase 2 of the game involved a big dude dressed up in obvious halloween prosthetics as a dracula type figure. The rifles stop working and we're handed out these bayonet things that end in a wooden stake point and directed to stake him... ok. The stake point plunges fairly easily into the guy's "stomach"(?) and breaks off leaving a little screw on bit still attached to the rifle. I guess everyone is supposed to have a shot at him and there's some kind of contraption at the "target point" that seizes the "stakes" so it seems like you've actually staked him. after it breaks off he'll pull it out and look real mad. So I'm pushed to the front because until all the stakes have been poked at him he isn't going to die, and I stake him, but it isn't enough, there are more stakes. and people are mad at me, probably still for shooting the zombs in the head. I'm not even that into this game..... Someone hands me another stake attachment and I swap out the spent one on my rifle, feeling all the while like i'm cheating.
Then things, being as this is all happening in -my- head, get weird. I'm on the other side of the barricade and now there is no barricade. There is a cleared circle around the dracula fellow and "background people" huddled around the sides of the room dressed in headkerchiefs and ponchos and wrap around type clothes. There are a few others with stake-bayonet-rifles, but I'm closest in line to attack him. I stake him, get out of the way for others, watch him pull the stake out, then throw the next attacker across the room. Brutally. I head towards him to see if he's ok, and he's not. he's broken something and can't move. Meanwhile, the dracula is actually fighting. He snaps the next guy's neck. I watch the remaining two duck and stay in the crowd of backgrounders, and I watch the dracula go after them, wading through the crowd.
hands reaching out all around me. one of the backgrounders press a towel and a shawl at me, telling me to put them on, because somehow he ignores them (they called themselves columbians, in my head). They're all trapped here and can't leave until he's dead. The room is now much larger than it was before, during the zombie phase. The exits point into some kind of unknown. It's starting to bug me HOW the actor is able to take being staked and pull out the stake, i.e. how the hidden contraption works.
The towel is too small to fit properly as a headkerchief but I try anyway, and wrap the shawl around me. I don't look anything like the backgrounders, certainly not enough to be mistaken for one, but I hope the minimal rules were satisfied. I route around, looking for more stakes. The kerchief slips off and the dracula responds like he suddenly notices me, diving at me. I smack him in the face wight he butt of the rifle and dive away, and mercenariously grab a kerchief off the nearest person to put on. Dracula falls on him and mauls him dead with me right beside, feeling blindly around me for a weapon.
I find a thin piece of wood, the strut between two chair legs, from a smashed chair. And completely removed from what's going on, stab it into his leg and let go. There wasn't much effect though it got his attention, and clearly the "disguise" was not going to work now.
I scrabble away, headed for a loose stake-bayonet point. He's on my tail (not a literal tail, though i look forward to properly using the words "he was literally on my tail. Yes, I have a tail now. I would be in more shock over that if not for the imminent threat of death" one day). There's no time to properly mount the point so i don't bother trying. I try to smack him with the rifle with one hand but that's just a bad idea. he smacks it away and I'm left with the stake.
The one thing I can't place my finger on is the detached terror I felt through most of this. It's terror, I'm frightened, but it doesn't seem like it's MINE. It's getting in the way of my doing things but it doesn't feel like something internal to me; like an annoying sibling trying to block the TV while you're trying to play a video game. I felt hindered, rather than crippled. And it's fighting against this that I grab the stake prop and cannonball into the dracula, shoving the point between his ribs. It was a lot harder than it was with the other stakes. in that space and frame of mind I might have described the resistance as something rapey. Come to think of it, the "proper" way to do it was rather sexual (what's the feminine version of "phallic"?).
I was pretty convinced I was dead when I woke up, game over.